Sex sells?

Sex sells?

When I’m writing, there’s always background music. Usually instrumental or classical, though occasionally something with words. I don’t pay much attention to it, but when a song called ‘Dance Naked Under Palmtrees’ came on, I took notice. Probably because it says ‘dance naked under palmtrees’ over and over.

So here’s a friendly reminder to dance naked under palmtrees. If you want to.

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